SIMONA GRAZIA DIMA

Dimineata si-apusul cu mine

Eu, orbul de sub pamant, nu am fost uitat.
Cu tot cu lumea de miraje, a mea, cu fluturii transgenici,
cu valiza de profetii si turta dulce. Ma jucam
de a crisalida impodobita cu imagini noroase –
ele aveau sa piara odata cu ciclul meu vital,
nimeni nu le va lua in codul sau genetic.
Sa ramana un vis.
Tineti minte dimineata si apusul cu mine,
cina de la malul marii. Eram ostatic,
ma risipeam in zeii microscopici iviti ca funigeii
pe marginile de puf ale fiintei mele, ale robei
ce ma apara, imi salva chipul secret
de crancena transformare a sticlei in nisip,
a visului in viata.

Claudia Haralambie

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Dawn and sunset with me

I am the underground blind man who hasn’t been forgotten.
Nor has my world full of mirages, transgenic butterflies,
the suitcase with prophecies and gingerbread. I was playing
as a chrysalis dressed up with cloudy images-
they were to perish with my life cycle,
nobody would insert it in its genetic code.
It should remain a dream.
Remember the dawn and the sunset with me,
the dinner by the sea. I was a hostage,
I was splitting into the microscopic gods as air threads
on the fluffy margins of my being, of my robe
which protects me, which will save my secret face
from the terrible transformation of the glass into sand,
of the dream into life.